Tell me, what the fuck you gonna tell a vet, a boss? ... yet? You lost You underestimated, weak expectations We superceeded all of that, fat all in the map With that (ooh), like we brand new We schoolin, freak it the whole game Feelin' like a fool for speakin' But we ain't tryna win any awards, make fake friends Exploding below the streets, earthquake In this... shed networking and digging tunnels Invading the industry, hijacking the channels The hatchet and hard truth, part proof that lives Among the mass contention, the system gives If you attackin' back with axes, gats and hatchets Bust 'n doing backflips by any means tactics Get it, their head all in the way? Split it Always leave one alive so they can tell 'em you did it And then we We break bread, make bread, take bread They said, that we couldn't do it But we still here surviving the game We ride and we grind, survivin' they try to Keep our voice quiet, but we still here survivin' the game From killa county to the motor city rollin' We holdin' 'em steady underground heaters And we still here survivin' the game It ain't nothing but a thing to us It ain't nothing but a thing to bust We crush 'em It ain't nothing but a thing to spit fire The real shit don't expire we at a high wire Pullin' tricks 'n stunts we done only hit once Electrocute the industry every six months We get on this bitch but we don't want it Keep the Lotus low love don't flaunt it Another Juggalo hit bitch I'm on it And if I ever won a Grammy I'd pawn it You wanna know about this? Well I doubt this you wanna diss Cause what you love ain't about shit We not only survive but thrive and blast And never stop like "Ah, at last" Puttin' in work self-made experts Show this played out scene how the next works Ambition, that's what got these ho's dissin' Thowin' weak ass blows and all week missin' We break bread, make bread, take bread They said, that we couldn't do it But we still here surviving the game We ride and we grind, survivin' they try to Keep our voice quiet, but we still here survivin' the game From killa county to the motor city rollin' We holdin' 'em steady underground heaters And we still here survivin' the game It ain't nothing but a thing to us It ain't nothing but a thing to bust We crush 'em Dough gotta cut, let me introduce To the Juggalo nation ain't no substitute For the original hard truth soldier it's on I get the strap of the wreck and get yo motherfuckin' back blown The revolutionary pro hitter Spittin' hard truth bricks over street slaps we get with' ya With 4 million sold... It ain't a thing for me to post and reach across the motherfuckin Nile Motor city get yo grib tight 'N recognise the arcitect that sparked the light Crack the code, show the whole world the power of truth Now motherfucker can you buy that too? I guess ruthless I see the bitch in them ho's they get nervous 'Cause I'm N.W.A. but with a purpose In these days and times all fake raps and media traps keep it underground Guerilla attack We break bread, make bread, take bread They said, that we couldn't do it But we still here surviving the game We ride and we grind, survivin' they try to Keep our voice quiet, but we still here survivin' the game From killa county to the motor city rollin' We holdin' 'em steady underground heaters And we still here survivin the game It ain't nothing but a thing to us It ain't nothing but a thing to bust We crush 'em We break bread, make bread, take bread They said, that we couldn't do it But we still here surviving the game We ride and we grind, survivin' they try to Keep our voice quiet, but we still here survivin' the game From killa county to the motor city rollin' We holdin' 'em steady underground heaters And we still here survivin the game It ain't nothing but a thing to us It ain't nothing but a thing to bust We crush 'em It's like a blast fast massacre, mass than blast faster 'N slash your whole status, you're staff 'cause y'all have had it I crash through with mac-mooze [?] attack fools with the black tool With the hard truth for the grass roots and greet y'all with that Whoop Whoop! It's MC'in, I'm seein' 'em eatin' them notice It's no supposing just quotable quotes I wrote 'em Fuck around in the arena, I'm meaner, supreme 'n leaner I seen 'em slippin', I rip 'em, I'm set trippin' 'n blitz in your system Juggalos know the best they, recognise my essay Comin' deep as essays, I'm S.A The moral of the story's like Maury, I am the father Split your wig back, bullshit raps don't even bother Take your motherfuckers back to battlin' I'm battlin', known to make 'em scatter when spittin' gangster chattering All up in your gathering, back I'm with that black on snatch 'N crack your backbone, bitch don't even act on Write a check 'n make your whole crew bounce Fake rappers wanna give me a pound Can't fuck around with that wanna-g, wannabee-itus it's like a virus Sign they ass into the clinic, g shit I be the venom, hit him up, for sinnin' Run, protect yo women, Juggalettes know, recognise the true's for jokes Let a soldier do his thing when I'm in yo scene Kiss the pinky ring now motherfucker I'm anti-bling And I take bread 'n make bread, what they said And all that, but stall that, I never change the format Recall that, when this drop, I am Hip-Hop So fuck what you claimin', hard truth don't stop So before you fix your mouth and say that you ain't heard The A-R after the P before the I-S served No I put you up on gang cook, ain't have a skirt From my mouth to your motherfuckin' ears now that's my word